Winter Test Drive Meme

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WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME
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Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

This game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about the game, including more details on the setting, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

A thread on the TDM will be required for all applications. Please view the FAQ for information about how this works. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ as well.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

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Winter in Temba and Sh'Ka

Winter has arrived on Agra 10 and with it its cold temperatures, sharp winds and, you guessed it, snow. It starts slow and gentle in Temba, but even such gentle snowfall tends to build up and over the course of a few days of constant snowfall, the city has been covered with a white, roughly knee-deep blanket - Unless someone actually remembered to keep some of the paths clear.

And it still keeps snowing. The cold is also causing some of the Shadowpaws to be drawn to the inhabited buildings of Temba in search for shelter. The further away from the library one is, the more likely it gets that they may share one's living space and bless anyone else living there with nightmares. The area around the library remains free of the shadowpaws thanks to the mothcats residing there.

Over in Sh'Ka, a similar picture has been painted. But being situated within all these tall trees paints a somewhat different picture. A more icy one. All the by now leaf-free trees are covered in a thick layer of ice, as are Sh'Ka's stone-carved buildings. The wind here is harsher than it is in Temba, which has been comparably wind-free.

Please try not to slip and hurt yourself while marveling at either city.

Explore the city Temba!

Here's a map of Temba and a bit more description of some of the buildings here.

Most of the buildings are run down and have clearly been abandoned for years; fortunately, the water treatment center appears to be working, but power is intermittent and unreliable. What used to be stores or places to live in lies in ruins, but there may still be something to scavenge among the rubble. Do you want to risk a swim in the flooded area that has turned into a deep lake that has yet to be fully explored; or does it draw you to some of the more prominent and partially restored buildings, such as the hotel, the hospital or the amphitheater.

If you are lucky, you might even stumble over The Deep End, the bar located on one of the mid-levels of the tower residences in one of the residence towers. Unfortunately no bright neon signs can lead you there, but it does exist.

Visit the spaceships!

That's right, there are currently several small spaceships sitting in the hangar. Not all of them may be around when you check out the building, as one of the pilots may be using one of them to fly over to Sh'Ka. But there should still enough of them around for you to inspect and maybe wonder about. However, only one of them will open its doors for you. Do you dare to step inside? Check out the protein paste or maybe even meet one of your crew mates?

The two currently crewless ships are open for anyone to step inside and have a look around, maybe even use for a nap.

Try the network!

Upon arrival, your character will have on their person a small, handheld communications device. Maybe they know exactly how to use a computer, smartphone, or tablet, and immediately blast out a text or video trying to figure out what's going on. Or maybe they're not so tech-savvy after all, and everyone is about to get a lovely shot right up your character's left nostril.

There be storms...

These power-altering storms keep ravaging parts of the planet every once in a while. No one truly knows where they come from or what to do about them yet, but one of them appears to be approaching. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you rather feel drawn to investigate.

Should you step inside the storm, or even get lost in it, it will show ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? Maybe you will simply find yourself calling for help or stumble across another lost soul in need of assistance.

More information can be found here.

Wildcard!

You're welcome to use any previous test drive scenarios or previous game events as a basis for a thread/situation, or simply make up your own! Keep in mind that you're currently stranded on a planet with only basic necessities, but there is enough food and fresh water. Creature comforts, however, seem to be distinctly lacking. Quite unlike a gathering of potentially dangerous creatures to encounter. The setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

 

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Comments

[tyrants_son]

"No one asks for anything in return, usually," Felwinter muses. "Favors are acceptable, but otherwise things are freely provided as needed, and as are available." That's how he's come to understand how things worked around here, anyway. Most of the other people in the city were quite open to helping as they could. Which he supposes makes sense considering they're all stuck in the same situation.

"The kitchen is in that direction," he says, pointing towards a doorway to the back. He seems to pause then, head tilting before he gives the slightest up-nod, unsure what the cat means to ask.

[quintet]

She looks— alright, that way to food, then. But in a minute.

"So..." It's awkward. Everyone else here has been clear; mostly apes, and all the same kind of ape to boot. It would explain the peacefulness, at least. But this guy is... something else, to look at, "...Look, I'm just going to say it. What are you?"

[tyrants_son]

It might almost be almost audacious for a cat to be asking such a question. Felwinter however supposes it is a fair question. He hardly considers himself normal- hell, he knows he's not normal and that's not even because he's having a conversation with a cat!

"I am an Exo," he replies.

[quintet]

That answer earns him a long, hard stare. C'mon, guy. Are you serious right now? That's your answer?

"Okay... Fine, what's an Exo?"

[tyrants_son]

It's a stare that's equally returned, presumably, given that his eyes are obscured. He's quite serious. She'd asked him and he'd given her an answer. It's not his fault she expects it to be expounded upon.

The slight lowering of his shoulders seems to suggest a sigh, but he raises his hands to his helmet then, lifting it from his head to reveal a head of black metal. His optics were bright, burning like lights in a stylized skull.

"An advanced construct. A robot, if you are familiar with the term."

[quintet]

"I know construct," Quintet says, tilting her head slightly and hoping the angle will make what she's seeing more easily understood, "To make or create from materials, or something made from those materials. But you're a person. I mean, people can be made, but that's just sort of... how you get born."

She doesn't really feel like this is the right time to go over the whole process of biological reproduction with him. Go ask your dad, Felwinter, or maybe wait until you're older. Or both.

"...You know what, I don't need to know. Sorry I asked, that was— I'm being incredibly rude, aren't I."

[tyrants_son]

He and dad aren't quite on speaking terms, considering he keeps getting warsats thrown at him.

"You are not incorrect. I was created, just not by the means organic creatures use." The warlord shakes his head, setting his helmet on the table beside him. "It was a little rude, yes. I did not question why you are capable of speaking. For all I know, it is a common thing," he shrugs. "My interactions with felines have been only a recent development and these are hardly normal circumstances as it is."

[quintet]

"Well, I'm not a Wild person, but nearly all cats can speak using felid basic, at least. It's not always within people's aural range, though— that's why civilized people in Society use common language when in mixed company," This delivered with only a thin veneer of sarcasm, as if she were speaking to someone a little bit slow. For all that she hadn't known what this guy is, Quintet had never doubted his personhood, nor ability to respond intelligently, "I get the feeling that most people here don't meet many kinds of race outside their own; it's all biped apes. Not that there's anything wrong with apes, obviously, but it's a pretty narrow existence."

She gets up and, on impulse, takes a closer look at the helmet, pacing around it and having a sniff. Metal, that's what it smells of; and it's oddly complicated too, not unlike the man himself. Perhaps, being a construct, his mantle is made of the same stuff he is? Does that mean he's naked?

What a strange kind of person.

"So long as you're a person, that's what matters most. We're all human together, in Society."

[tyrants_son]

If he notices her tone he doesn't say anything about it. His gaze might be a little unsettling, brightly glowing embers set in cold recesses that otherwise betray nothing.

"I do not think they do. Even amongst those who have been brought here, a majority of the scant population of this otherwise abandoned city are human, and of those, a good portion representative of Earth."

Felwinter watches the cat inspect his helmet. "Where are you from? What Society do you speak of?"

[quintet]

She glances up at him, meets that glowing gaze with her own green regard. Then she blinks, and very nearly says, What the hell kind of question is that? Quintet's been encountering a lot of culture shock in the last few days, to say the least.

"Uh, well..." For all his size, it's a lot like talking to a kitten. Start from the basics, "...In Nature, people eat each other. They kill one another, predate on one another. Some people choose to live that way, because it's the base nature of the animal to do so; call those people Wild. They live as Nature's Law, but—"

She hesitates, then, and then sits, putting both forepaws onto Felwinter's helmet as if to lend her arguments a physical, rather than merely metaphorical, emphasis, "They're still people, just like you and I. The only difference is that they live outside of Society."

An embarrassment of sincerity; she has to look away for a moment, and compose herself. Quintet resists the urge to groom for comfort. Talk about kittens! how unprofessional. But the rest is easy; textbook definition. She'd always been an exemplary student.

"Society is what is formed when people come together, to rise above life and death, to work beyond the strictures of Nature in the service of our own betterment, and the betterment of one another. That is our Art; to overcome the base animal, and become ourselves most fully."

[tyrants_son]

The warlord straightens a little as she speaks. If Quintet feels like she is giving a lecture, she at least can be sure that she has his full attention. Something to those embers seems to brighten, stoked fires set to blaze as his interest piques.

"Society is in shambles in the world I know and come from," he says. "The strong prey upon or trample down the weak, and the weak struggle to keep this idea of a society, a pale echo of what it may have been, centuries past."

The chair creaks slightly under him as he shifts, sitting back as he turns his gaze towards the fireplace at the opposite end of the room.

[quintet]

It's not the answer she's quite expecting. Most people here had been unwilling or uninterested in speaking on philosophical terms. It was fair enough; there was enough practical work to do in a day to fill all the time you had and more. But Quintet hadn't been able to see it that way for a long while yet.

You couldn't escape the philosophy just by not thinking about it. It was as real as Art, and that was more real than flesh, some days. She turns her head to look at the little door she'd come in by; a shadow moves past it, wan and narrow. A snuffling. And then gone. She sighs.

"My professors would probably say that that's the fate of any society that fails to keep moving," She looks away from the door, finally, and stands to stretch and shake off the memory. Her professors had been little more than hypocrits in the end; champions of murder and suffering that preached society's advancement from a platform of human sacrifice. She drops to the floor with a thump and regards all of Felwinter's massive hulk from that low vantage. Does she looks small to him? Or weak? Does that mean that she is so? "Being able to kill people more effectively isn't strength, not even in nature. By nature's law, it isn't only the weak that die; it's everyone that dies. The Laws of Society exist to constrain nature, because otherwise real strength cannot exist at all. It sounds as if your people are forgetting that; I know what that looks like. It's why I wanted to study Law in the first place, and why I joined the Rationale."

[tyrants_son]

"...." These are things he cannot nor does not wish to argue. It is true enough. Anyone can die, even those who supposedly cannot. He has already proven this. But that is neither here nor now.

"...my people..." He says this pensively, looking past the fireplace, at a location far from where they converse that only he can see. Those at the foot of the mountain keep he'd claimed saw him as responsible for them now. It was not what he'd wanted. All he had wanted was peace, a place he could dwell and not have to worry about waiting for the next time the sky fell upon him. But then he'd found out he wasn't the only one who feared such things.

"I have not been able to assist the people. I have only begun to understand their struggles." Slowly he turns his head, bringing his thoughts back to the present, his attention back to the cat on the floor. "And now I am here, where I cannot help them. But instead we are expected to help another people regain their society, while simultaneously building our own."